Fucking the Thief - Manny's Story

I live by myself, in a working class neighborhood in northwest Dallas. I own a small, three bedroom, two bath, ranch-style home with a decent size backyard; nothing fancy, but comfortable and more than adequate for my needs and at the age of fifty-two I don’t have many. I live cheaply, for the most part; everything in my house, including furniture, comes from Target.  I only splurge on three things: fine food, top shelf liquor and a top of the line security system for my house. I don’t have much in the way of material possessions, but what I have, I want to keep. Of course, a security system only works if you remember to lock the door when you come inside.

I had been working in my backyard since early morning one Sunday in early June last year, trimming trees, mowing the lawn and clearing away some brush leftover from the previous week. Texas summers are brutal and around 2:00 p.m., drenched in sweat and tired as hell, I decided to call it a day. I took off my shirt and wiped my face as I walked back towards the back door of my house, so overcome by the heat that I forgot to shut and lock the side gate through which I had been carting the brush to the street. Once inside the house, I was so relieved to feel air conditioning that I forgot to lock the back door. I went to my bedroom, stripped down to my underwear, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Around 4:00 p.m. a noise woke me up. At first I thought I was imagining it, but then I heard it again. The squeaking of floorboards. I’ve lived in my house twenty years. I know every sound it makes. The only time the floorboards squeak is if someone is walking on them. I was still in my bed, which meant someone else was in my house. I suddenly remembered the gate and the back door; you fucking idiot, I said to myself. I got out of bed as quietly as I could, grabbed my phone and started tip toeing down the hallway, still wearing only my boxer briefs and unsure of what to do. I didn’t own a gun, but I did have 6’1” of height and a strong, muscular physique from over 15 years at L.A. Fitness.

I looked around the corner into the kitchen and beyond to the small dining area near the back door. The door that I had forgotten to lock. I saw a young skinny Latino down on his hands and knees, pawing through my liquor cabinet. I’m a grade-A horndog, so my first thought was that he was sexy as fuck. He looked to be around 19 or 20 years old, with a skin tight t-shirt over his slender, wiry form; his body looked like that of a runner or swimmer. His beautiful caramel colored skin was unblemished and unsullied by tattoos. His hair was jet black and cut short in a crew cut style. And his tight jeans showed that he had the cutest, sexiest ass that I had seen in a long time. I couldn’t really see his face yet. My second thought was that there was something familiar about him. My third thought was, what the fuck is this little shit doing in my house? I crept through the kitchen, getting closer to him and he was so enraptured by my expensive liquor collection that he failed to notice my approach.

“Can I help you find something?” I asked and he nearly jumped out of his skin, reflexively leaping back, hitting one of the dining room chairs and ending up on his ass, legs out in front of him, facing me. He looked at me with shock and fear in his eyes. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He grabbed one bottle and tried to bolt for the door, but before he took two steps, I said “Security, lock back door.” The lock clicked into place just as he reached it; he tried frantically to open the door, but he was trapped. The deadbolt had no latch, just a slot for a key, which was safely hidden in my bedroom. He turned around to look at me, his face wild and desperate, then looked past me toward the front door, as if gauging his chances of darting past me and escaping that way. I laughed and said, “Security, lock front door.” Another click and his only other means of escape was blocked. He looked clever for a second and started to say, “Security, unlock….,” but I said, “Don’t bother kid. The system is voice activated, but only by my voice. Yours won’t work.  Nice try though.”

I saw that he had my bottle of Milagro Tequila Barrel Select Reserve Anejo in his hand. “You’ve got expensive taste kid,” I said. “That’s a $100.00 bottle of tequila you were planning on stealing.” He said nothing. “Put it on the table,” I ordered.  He did so. He looked embarrassed and a little scared by his situation. He had an incredibly handsome face. He looked like a much younger version of my favorite porn star, Antonio Biaggi, with the same brooding good looks, except that his head wasn’t shaved and he lacked any appreciable facial hair. Suddenly I realized why he looked so familiar. “I know you,” I said. “Your father is Jose Campos. You guys live right down the street.  He and his crew have done work on my house a few times. You’ve helped out sometimes. Your name is Manuel. Everybody calls you Manny though. Right?” He was no longer embarrassed, he was mortified. “I like your father; very straight up decent guy, he is,” I said. “I hate to think what he’s going to do when he finds out about this.” He looked at me and found a sudden burst of courage. He sneered and asked, “Yeah? How you gonna prove it old man?” I laughed in his face, “Old man? Maybe so, you little punk, but I’m an old man who can afford a security system that includes motion activated cameras. Like that one right there,” I said and pointed to the tiny camera mounted on the ceiling over the kitchen counter and pointing straight at the back door and the dining area. I pulled up the system app on my phone. “Let’s look at the recording, shall we?” I said. I brought up the video, hit play and shoved the phone in his face.

He saw himself enter my house and himself rummaging through my liquor and his brief bit of bravado evaporated. “Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, shit, shit, I am so fucked,” he said to himself, sinking to his knees, his head buried in his hands. “Yes, indeed, you are fucked my young friend,” I said. “Now,” I continued, “do I call the police or your father? Or both?” He looked up at me with real fear in his eyes. “No man, please don’t tell my father about this,” he begged, “he can’t find out, he’ll kill me, he thinks I’m such a good kid; if you tell him, he’ll never trust me again; please man, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t tell my dad, please man!!!” I stood there in silence for a minute, looking at this sexy and desperate young man, terrified that his father might find out that he was a petty thief. Christ, he was practically in tears. Opportunities like this didn’t come my way very often. Best to exploit it quickly.

“Alright, get up,” I said. “Come on kid, on your feet.” He stood up shakily. “Stop begging,” I said. “Bitches beg. Men make deals. So let’s make a deal.” He started to look hopeful. “You said you’d do anything I want, so long as I don’t tell your father about this, right?” I asked. “Yeah, man, anything you want,” he said eagerly, “I’m good working around the house, I can clean anything, I can repair anything, I do painting, just tell me what you need done.” I smiled and said, “I don’t want you for household chores. I want something more personal from you.” He looked confused. “Like what man?” he asked. “You can start by taking off your shirt,” I said. He was totally lost now. “Take my shirt off?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said, “now.” He nodded and said, “Okay man” and stripped it off.

Holy fuck, I thought. His body was super tight, lean, wiry muscle; definitely athletic, but no real bulk on him, just the type of physique that I like. Washboard abs and just enough chest to show that he was on his way to manhood. And those succulent brown nipples; damn, I couldn’t wait to suck on them. I was still wearing just my boxer briefs, but because they were black, he didn’t notice my slowly hardening cock. Yet. “Wow Manny,” I said, “you’re turning out to be quite the handsome man, aren’t you? I can see why your dad is so proud of you.” He started grinning and acting all macho and cocksure. “What can I say man,” he said, “I got it like that, you know?” “Yeah,” I said, “handsome and sexy as fuck.”

He stopped grinning and looked at me cautiously. “Come over here, closer to me,” I said. “How close you want me man?” he asked. “Close enough so I can touch you,” I replied. He looked uncertain. “Touch me like how?” he asked. “I want to touch your body kid,” I said. “I want to run my hands all over your chest and abs; I want to caress your nipples, run my hands down your back.” He laughed nervously. “Naw man, I don’t fool around with guys,” he said, “I mean, I know I said anything, but….” “You said you’d do anything I want,” I said, adding a slight menace to my voice, “and anything means anything. Actually fuck it man, I’m done with you; I’m calling your father and the cops and your punk ass is going to jail” “No!!!” he shouted, then more calmly, “no man, don’t call my father please. Or the cops. Go ahead, touch me wherever you want. That’s all you want, right?” “For now,” I said.

I put my hands on his shoulders and started to caress them; he flinched a little, but said nothing. Then his arms; such smooth skin and such firm muscle. “Turn around so I can see your back,” I said. He obeyed; he was being compliant for now. His back was as gorgeous as his front; all lean muscle, but as I touched him, I could feel his tension. I started massaging his back muscles. My hands are as strong as the rest of me and before long I could feel him relax, his posture sagged back against me a little. As I rubbed and squeezed his luscious flesh, he started to moan, “Fuck man that feels good. I ain’t never had someone give me a real massage before. Damn, your hands are strong for an old guy.” I ignored the “old guy” comment and thought to myself, yeah you’re going to get a lot of things today that you ain’t never got before.

I turned him around to face me again and started massaging his chest, gently tweaking his nipples at the same time. He was so relaxed that he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. I guess as far as he was concerned, this was just an intense massage. It was time to take this encounter up a level. I wrapped one arm around his torso and pulled him close in an iron grip, then bent my head down and started licking his right nipple. “Hey, what the fuck man?” he said in a shocked tone, “you said you wanted to touch me, not….” “I am touching you,” I said, “with my lips and tongue.” I gave him my most menacing look and repeated the mantra of the day, “anything I want remember?” I saw a brief look of defiance on his face, but it quickly passed; he was trapped and he knew it. I didn’t have to repeat the threat again. His entire body slumped in defeat and he muttered softly, “Go on man, do whatever you want.”

I went back to work on his nipple, swirling my tongue around it, then caressing it with my lips; I did this over and over until I heard a very soft moan from him; I could tell he was secretly enjoying this, though I could read the torment on his face at receiving pleasure from another man. I decided to taunt him a little. “Feels good, don’t it Manny?” I asked. He sighed, “Yeah man, it does,” then, as he realized what he’d just said, he started to backpedal and said frantically, “No, I mean what I meant was….” “Hush,” I said, “just hush. I want you to enjoy this. I know I’m going to. Everything today is just between you and me. You hear me?” He nodded. “Good,” I said and switched to his left nipple, giving it the same treatment while I used my free hand to caress his abs, slowly working my way down to his groin. He was relaxed again; whether due to pleasure or defeat or both, I didn’t know and didn’t much care.

 I tried to shove my hand down his pants, but they were too tight. I decided it was time to get him naked. I stood up straight and took him by the hand. “Come on kid,” I said and led him through the kitchen and down the hallway to my bedroom. “Stand over there, next to the bed,” I ordered. He did as he was told. I got down on the floor and took his shoes off. He was quiet the entire time. I raised my head to his waist level and started kissing his abs; I heard a sharp intake of breath from him, but he stayed where he was. I unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper and pulled them down and off and just stared at him. He was wearing the cutest pair of teal colored bikini briefs that were covering a nice package. His legs were as tightly muscled and beautiful as the rest of his body.

My boner was raging now. I stood up again and got real close to him, looking directly into that handsome face, those dark eyes. “Damn, Manny, you are so fucking sexy,” I said. I grabbed his hand and placed it against the front of my underwear so he could feel my hardon. “Feel that hard cock kid? That’s how fucking horny you’ve got me,” I said. He started groping it through my briefs, turning me on even more. “That’s what you fucking want, ain’t it man?” he asked. “Yeah, you’re doing great son.” I said, ignoring his hostile tone and wrapping him in a tight embrace, feeling every ripple of his muscle against my own. “Oh Manny, you’re body feels so fucking good against mine. Don’t fight it son; I’m gonna make you feel good too,” I said, my voice trembling now with arousal and desire. “Kiss me Manny,” I said, “and make it real, make it good.”

He looked me in the face, his own a mixture of fear, confusion, anger and yes, a desire that he would deny, but that I could see hiding there. He hesitated for a second, then thrust his face forward and latched his lips onto mine, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth; it was a defiant kiss, an angry kiss, a kiss of surrender. I kissed him back with equal passion, our tongues battling for dominance, hot liquid flowing between us. I broke off to catch my breath. “Damn, that was good,” I said, “now let’s see what other talents that sexy mouth has. Get down on your knees.” I saw by the disgusted expression on his face that he knew what was coming, but he obeyed and knelt down in front of me. I pulled down my briefs and my eight inch cock sprang out, rock hard and dripping precum. “Holy shit,” I heard him whisper to himself. He stared at it, mesmerized; I think it was the first adult cock he had ever seen. “What do you think son?” I asked. He started babbling, “Um, it’s um, wow, I mean I’ve never really, you know, actually seen…,” “A real man’s cock?” I asked, interrupting him. “Well yeah, I mean, I’ve seen, you know, guys my age in the locker room, but never one like, damn it’s big man.” He paused and then looked at me with a pleading expression, “Man, I don’t know if I can do what you want me to do,” he said. “Yes, you can,” I reassured him, “just relax your jaw and take it in slowly. Come on Manny, suck it.” He got closer until my cock was right in his face, took a deep breath and then took the whole thing in his mouth at once.

He gagged and choked immediately, tears running down his cheeks. “Whoa kid,” I said, “take it easy, it’s your first time.” “Sorry sir,” he said. “Just take the head in first,” I said, “yeah that’s it, slowly; fuck yeah, swirl your tongue around the head, yeah boy, you’re doing great, now take in some more, slow so you don’t choke again, oh fuck Manny, your mouth feels so good.” I looked down at him, intoxicated with pleasure both from how his mouth felt on my cock and how fucking sexy he looked doing it. I reached down and affectionately rubbed the top of his head, like a father would to a son. He looked up at me with his mouth still around my cock, slobbering a little, his eyes wide, like he was amazed that he was actually doing this. “Go up and down on it kid, a little more each time, up and down, stroke it with your lips and tongue, that’s it, damn you’re good son.” He was bobbing up and down on my cock like a pro now; kid’s a fast learner I thought. His hot, wet mouth was making my cock throb like crazy; he was taking it all the way now.

I pulled out of his mouth and stood him up. He looked confused. “You don’t want me to finish?” he asked. “No,” I said, reaching down to fondle his cock through his underwear; he was getting hard, “even though you seem to be enjoying this.” He blushed red and grinned like a naughty child that’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I said. “Fuck me?” he asked, the fear returning to his eyes, “You mean like, put your dick up my ass?” “Yeah kid, that’s what fucking means,” I replied, grabbing his arm and moving him to the bed. “Will it hurt?” he asked. “Probably,” I said, “now get up on the bed, on your hands and knees.” He did so, still wearing his sexy bikini briefs. I reached into my nightstand and took out my bottle of Wet and set it on the bed. He was looking at me wide eyed; he realized I wasn’t kidding. “Oh man, I’m scared,” he said. “You should be,” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked with a tremor in his voice. I said nothing and reached back into the nightstand and pulled out my hunting knife. I wasn’t going to cut him with it, but I wanted him terrified. I got behind him, slid the blade between his skin and waistband, let him feel the cold steel, then I cut his briefs off with two quick swipes.

His ass was gloriously exposed now. It was perfect; small but nicely rounded, smooth and hairless like the rest of his body. I spread his cheeks to look at his hole; it was beautifully tight and ripe for destruction. Normally, I’d have rimmed his hole to get him wet and loose, but I wanted to fuck him now. I wanted to own him, dominate him and yes, hurt him.

I heard him ask nervously, “Hey man, what you doing back there?” I was silent and picked up the bottle of Wet and squirted a generous amount on my left hand, then started slowly working three fingers into his hole; I heard him gasp as I penetrated him. “Fuck man, go easy will you?” he pleaded. I responded by pouring more lube on my fingers and shoving them up his ass as far as they would go. “Owww, damn man, you’re hurting me!!!” he yelled. I kept working his ass, getting him wet and loose. “I gotta get you ready to take my cock son,” I said. “Oh man, please don’t hurt me,” he begged. “Come on man, I’ve been good, right?” I pulled my fingers from his asshole; he was as ready as he would ever be. I lubed up my cock and started to push the head against his hole. “Please man, you’re gonna fucking tear me up, go in slow, I’m begging you sir,” I slowly pushed the head in him, “oh damn man, you’re so fucking big,” and felt it pop inside him, “ooh shit man, you’re inside me, okay man take it slow and…,” and then I slammed all eight inches into his fuckhole at once.

He screamed from the pain, “Owww, you son of a bitch, you’re hurting me!!!” and I started fucking him, pounding my cock in and out of his sweet hole, damn it felt good, “stop, it fucking hurts so bad, man please, I can’t take it,” the inside of his ass felt like velvet, so smooth and so tight, “oh god man, you’re tearing me up,” my cockhead was tingling, my shaft throbbing, and I kept thrusting in and out, “please stop hurting me man, fuck my ass is on fire man, please!!!” his pain making me even more aroused and lustful; looking down at my cock pounding his sweet, young ass; and now he was crying; I heard his sobs and this got me even more excited so I fucked him even harder; I wanted to see his tears, so I pulled my cock out, hearing a sigh of relief from him, then flipped him on his back.

His face was covered in tears, his sobbing now reduced to a whimper, but the tears still flowing and my lust for this beautiful young man reached new heights and I forced his legs wide open and back and I shoved my cock back into his luscious hole and he cried out again, “no more, please sir, no more,” and I fucked him more savagely than before and I could see his handsome face contorted with pain and I gave him every inch of my thick tool, pulling out so the head was barely inside him, then ramming it all back in at once, making him gasp in fresh agony every time. I leaned forward, still pounding him like an animal and I licked the tears from his face and the taste was exquisite and he looked at me with both surrender and hatred in his eyes and I couldn’t hold it anymore and stared intensely at him and said, “I’m gonna cum in your ass kid, you ready for it?” and he whispered, “you fucking bastard, I hate you!” and that sent me over the edge and I shot load after load of cum in his ass; I felt so much pleasure coming from my cock that my head swam and I kept pumping his ass, giving him all the seed I had to give, filling him up, feeling it leak around my cock and drip down his butt crack.

I collapsed forward onto him, then rolled over, off of him and on my side and just stared at this young god who I had just utterly ravaged. I turned him on his side so he faced me and gently caressed his face. “You were great Manny,” I said softly, “probably the best fuck I’ve ever had.” He sniffled and said, “Really?” “Yeah, really,” I said. I put one arm around him and pulled him into a close embrace while my other hand reached down to play with his cock. I wasn’t done with him yet. I kissed him on the forehead, on his cheeks and then a very soft, gentle kiss on his lips. “You’re so beautiful Manny,” I said and then kissed his lips once more. He was still in an exhausted daze, but I could feel his cock slowly responding to the touch of my hand, but he didn’t seem fully aware of what I was doing yet. “My ass, my hole,” he said in a low voice, “it hurts, it hurts real bad.” “Yeah, I know,” I said, “but you trespassed on my property and tried to steal from me; there had to be consequences and it was either this or call your dad and the cops. You understand?” He was quiet for a second and then he nodded and whispered, “Yeah man, I understand.” His face cleared a little and he slowly became more alert and aware and I was still playing with his cock and he suddenly looked down at what I was doing and said, “What the hell, are you…,” and I felt his thing get harder and he started to feel it and he moaned, “Oh man that feels good, oh fuck you’re making me hard,” and I moved my head down to his groin and started sucking his cock.

His cock was eight inches and thick, like my own and I took every inch in my mouth like the expert I was and I heard him sigh with pleasure as I worked his shaft with my lips and tongue; I moved my mouth up and down his cock, taking the head down my throat while burying my nose in his pubic hair; his scent was manly, but still had the cleanness of youth, it was exhilarating; I would take the head and swirl it with my tongue and then he reached down, grabbed my head and started face fucking me, shoving his delicious cock in and out, down my throat while he groaned and writhed around in sheer ecstasy; he started thrusting faster, pummeling my mouth and I felt him start to throb uncontrollably and he said, “Oh fuck man, I’m cumming; yeah take my load old man, fucking swallow it!” and he shot load after load of cum in my mouth, it tasted strong, pungent and delicious and I swallowed every drop, gulping it down as he mercilessly continued to fuck my face until he was spent and his cock slowly softened and slipped out of my mouth.

He looked down the length of the bed at me and I looked right back, licked my lips and said, “Hell of a fucking load you deliver son,” and grinned at him. “Damn man,” he said, “that was fucking incredible; why did you do that for me; I thought this was all about you, you know, punishing me.” “Call it an insurance policy,” I said, “to make sure you leave feeling good, so you don’t tell your father that I practically raped you.” He looked at me, then just laughed and nodded, “Alright man, cool, cool,” he said with a roguish smile. “Come on kid, let’s get you cleaned up,” I said. He got off the bed, stood up and I put my arm around him and led him to the bathroom. We took a shower together, but I told him to just stand still and I gently washed every inch of him, being extra careful when I washed his ass. While I ran the bar of soap over his torso, we heard the sound of my cum load spurting from his hole; he went red and lowered his head in embarrassment, but I lifted his head up by his chin, kissed him on the forehead and told him it was perfectly normal and he gave me an aw shucks grin that almost made me want to take him back to bed.

I dried him off and got him dressed and walked him to the front door. As he walked down the driveway towards the sidewalk, I called out, “Hey Manny!” He stopped and turned back around and I looked around to make sure there was nobody around to hear me. “Come back and visit me again sometime.  Only this time try knocking on my front door instead of breaking in.  Maybe I’ll let you fuck me instead. Afterward, I might let you have some of my tequila and this time you won’t have to steal it.” He gave me a very thoughtful look, smiled and continued walking home.

To Be Continued….